Danger Doom - Crosshairs Chords
Tempo:
85.8 bpm
Chords used:
Am
C
D
F
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Am]
[D] [Am]
[D] [Am] [D]
[Am] [D] [Am] [D]
[Am] That is in the fire, [C] a fryer made of chicken [G] wire, getting [C] sick and tired of [F] a friggin'
liar.
Pelican, [D] it's very [Em] soft [C] mangoes, closet full
of [Bm] skeletons and terry cloth [Am] tangos.
I flew the coop [Em] before you hit it, let me
warn you.
[C] She did a cruel hula hoop, but don't get any
on [F] you.
It's all a big scam to make y'all eat pig
[C] ham.
When he's on the mic, he's [Bm] like the Trigger
Man, fake [Am] jam.
Doin' it not to be confused with nobody,
especially Sister Flo's cues are so nutty.
Never too woozy to go study.
Who's got no clues like old [A] Cruddy, Officer McGillicuddy.
Watch the six, [B] he got a lot of more [Am] tricks.
Lyrics, [E] bricks on sticks, sure got raw nitty.
[A] It's a gift, [D] don't get shot for kicks.
[Am] With the same slick [Bb] you used to plot sick
fix [Am] with.
Spotted at a chick flick, [Gm] holdin' [Am] hands.
The other one on his [G] swollen glands.
A golden [F] chance, he's wiping up the holes
[G] in his [C] pants.
Rollin' in an old man [Bm] with what he calls
[Am] thing fans.
Is that too true?
That's from half to true.
[C] Snafu, snatchin' a brew, a patch [Am] blue.
[F] Black jewel, like that's new.
Catch me [C] through, no latch attached.
[Bm] Catch you, catch [Am] 22.
Super, he's loaded dice, nice and overpriced.
The arm and the leg, owe me life, boy, ice.
Villain, nag a grieving old hag.
Snag a bragger, buys [A] Mike Gordon, leave him
holding the bag.
[Am] Come clean, a bunch of dumb [Em] mean clean puffs.
A king's on his scene, busting scenes from old [F] clean stuff.
Instead of starving, they be [C] problems with the blue dogs.
[Eb] Ike's somebody's [Bm] robbing blue dogs, and I'm [Am] tonight.
And he's on the next flight, [C] moonbound.
And makes it a point to stay away from the
[F] groomed pound.
Got some pairs of [Dm] stolen [C] horse gears.
Tears [Bm] and chairs, going across [Dm] stairs.
So, have raw seals, and you'll chill your beyond.
Hey, Mr.
Dundas Lee, [Db] what's that [Gm] you were singing?
It is the robotic hymn of doom.
Well, I always [Gbm] say, nothing [Gm] livens up [Gm] a robotic [Ab] hymn of doom [Gm] better than an amazing
[D] [Am]
[D] [Am] [D]
[Am] [D] [Am] [D]
[Am] That is in the fire, [C] a fryer made of chicken [G] wire, getting [C] sick and tired of [F] a friggin'
liar.
Pelican, [D] it's very [Em] soft [C] mangoes, closet full
of [Bm] skeletons and terry cloth [Am] tangos.
I flew the coop [Em] before you hit it, let me
warn you.
[C] She did a cruel hula hoop, but don't get any
on [F] you.
It's all a big scam to make y'all eat pig
[C] ham.
When he's on the mic, he's [Bm] like the Trigger
Man, fake [Am] jam.
Doin' it not to be confused with nobody,
especially Sister Flo's cues are so nutty.
Never too woozy to go study.
Who's got no clues like old [A] Cruddy, Officer McGillicuddy.
Watch the six, [B] he got a lot of more [Am] tricks.
Lyrics, [E] bricks on sticks, sure got raw nitty.
[A] It's a gift, [D] don't get shot for kicks.
[Am] With the same slick [Bb] you used to plot sick
fix [Am] with.
Spotted at a chick flick, [Gm] holdin' [Am] hands.
The other one on his [G] swollen glands.
A golden [F] chance, he's wiping up the holes
[G] in his [C] pants.
Rollin' in an old man [Bm] with what he calls
[Am] thing fans.
Is that too true?
That's from half to true.
[C] Snafu, snatchin' a brew, a patch [Am] blue.
[F] Black jewel, like that's new.
Catch me [C] through, no latch attached.
[Bm] Catch you, catch [Am] 22.
Super, he's loaded dice, nice and overpriced.
The arm and the leg, owe me life, boy, ice.
Villain, nag a grieving old hag.
Snag a bragger, buys [A] Mike Gordon, leave him
holding the bag.
[Am] Come clean, a bunch of dumb [Em] mean clean puffs.
A king's on his scene, busting scenes from old [F] clean stuff.
Instead of starving, they be [C] problems with the blue dogs.
[Eb] Ike's somebody's [Bm] robbing blue dogs, and I'm [Am] tonight.
And he's on the next flight, [C] moonbound.
And makes it a point to stay away from the
[F] groomed pound.
Got some pairs of [Dm] stolen [C] horse gears.
Tears [Bm] and chairs, going across [Dm] stairs.
So, have raw seals, and you'll chill your beyond.
Hey, Mr.
Dundas Lee, [Db] what's that [Gm] you were singing?
It is the robotic hymn of doom.
Well, I always [Gbm] say, nothing [Gm] livens up [Gm] a robotic [Ab] hymn of doom [Gm] better than an amazing
Key:
Am
C
D
F
Bm
Am
C
D
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [Am] _ [D] _ _ _
[Am] _ _ [D] _ _ [Am] _ [D] _ _ _
[Am] That is in the fire, [C] a fryer made of chicken [G] wire, getting [C] sick and tired of [F] a friggin'
liar.
Pelican, [D] it's very [Em] soft [C] mangoes, closet full
of [Bm] skeletons and terry cloth [Am] tangos.
I flew the coop [Em] before you hit it, let me
warn you.
[C] She did a cruel hula hoop, but don't get any
on [F] you.
It's all a big scam to make y'all eat pig
[C] ham.
When he's on the mic, he's [Bm] like the Trigger
Man, fake [Am] jam.
Doin' it not to be confused with nobody,
especially Sister Flo's cues are so nutty.
Never too woozy to go study.
Who's got no clues like old [A] Cruddy, Officer McGillicuddy.
Watch the six, [B] he got a lot of more [Am] tricks.
Lyrics, [E] bricks on sticks, sure got raw nitty.
[A] It's a gift, [D] don't get shot for kicks.
[Am] With the same slick [Bb] you used to plot sick
fix [Am] with.
Spotted at a chick flick, [Gm] holdin' [Am] hands.
The other one on his [G] swollen glands.
A golden [F] chance, he's wiping up the holes
[G] in his [C] pants.
Rollin' in an old man [Bm] with what he calls
[Am] thing fans.
Is that too true?
That's from half to true.
[C] Snafu, snatchin' a brew, a patch [Am] blue.
[F] Black jewel, like that's new.
Catch me [C] through, no latch attached.
[Bm] Catch you, catch [Am] 22.
Super, he's loaded dice, nice and overpriced.
The arm and the leg, owe me life, boy, ice.
Villain, nag a grieving old hag.
Snag a bragger, buys [A] Mike Gordon, leave him
holding the bag.
[Am] Come clean, a bunch of dumb [Em] mean clean puffs.
A king's on his scene, busting scenes from old [F] clean stuff.
Instead of starving, they be [C] problems with the blue dogs.
[Eb] Ike's somebody's [Bm] robbing blue dogs, and I'm [Am] tonight.
And he's on the next flight, [C] moonbound.
And makes it a point to stay away from the
[F] groomed pound.
Got some pairs of [Dm] stolen [C] horse gears.
Tears [Bm] and chairs, going across [Dm] stairs.
So, have raw seals, and you'll chill your beyond.
Hey, Mr.
Dundas Lee, [Db] what's that [Gm] you were singing?
It is the robotic hymn of doom.
Well, I always [Gbm] say, nothing [Gm] livens up [Gm] a robotic [Ab] hymn of doom [Gm] better than an amazing
_ _ [D] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [Am] _ [D] _ _ _
[Am] _ _ [D] _ _ [Am] _ [D] _ _ _
[Am] That is in the fire, [C] a fryer made of chicken [G] wire, getting [C] sick and tired of [F] a friggin'
liar.
Pelican, [D] it's very [Em] soft [C] mangoes, closet full
of [Bm] skeletons and terry cloth [Am] tangos.
I flew the coop [Em] before you hit it, let me
warn you.
[C] She did a cruel hula hoop, but don't get any
on [F] you.
It's all a big scam to make y'all eat pig
[C] ham.
When he's on the mic, he's [Bm] like the Trigger
Man, fake [Am] jam.
Doin' it not to be confused with nobody,
especially Sister Flo's cues are so nutty.
Never too woozy to go study.
Who's got no clues like old [A] Cruddy, Officer McGillicuddy.
Watch the six, [B] he got a lot of more [Am] tricks.
Lyrics, [E] bricks on sticks, sure got raw nitty.
[A] It's a gift, [D] don't get shot for kicks.
[Am] With the same slick [Bb] you used to plot sick
fix [Am] with.
Spotted at a chick flick, [Gm] holdin' [Am] hands.
The other one on his [G] swollen glands.
A golden [F] chance, he's wiping up the holes
[G] in his [C] pants.
Rollin' in an old man [Bm] with what he calls
[Am] thing fans.
Is that too true?
That's from half to true.
[C] Snafu, snatchin' a brew, a patch [Am] blue.
[F] Black jewel, like that's new.
Catch me [C] through, no latch attached.
[Bm] Catch you, catch [Am] 22.
Super, he's loaded dice, nice and overpriced.
The arm and the leg, owe me life, boy, ice.
Villain, nag a grieving old hag.
Snag a bragger, buys [A] Mike Gordon, leave him
holding the bag.
[Am] Come clean, a bunch of dumb [Em] mean clean puffs.
A king's on his scene, busting scenes from old [F] clean stuff.
Instead of starving, they be [C] problems with the blue dogs.
[Eb] Ike's somebody's [Bm] robbing blue dogs, and I'm [Am] tonight.
And he's on the next flight, [C] moonbound.
And makes it a point to stay away from the
[F] groomed pound.
Got some pairs of [Dm] stolen [C] horse gears.
Tears [Bm] and chairs, going across [Dm] stairs.
So, have raw seals, and you'll chill your beyond.
Hey, Mr.
Dundas Lee, [Db] what's that [Gm] you were singing?
It is the robotic hymn of doom.
Well, I always [Gbm] say, nothing [Gm] livens up [Gm] a robotic [Ab] hymn of doom [Gm] better than an amazing
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